Hellsing Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Beyond Mortal Blood ❯ Stained Glass ( Chapter 18 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: sadak0 
YAOI SEXING IN THIS CHAPTER--YOU NO LIKEY? NO READY.
"I take it back - your taste in men sucks. He won't submit, no matter how hard we try. You'd think programming the damn chip specifically for him would have fixed that, but it only seemed to make him more of a stubborn bitch."
Aya's brow twitched angrily, and he growled a curse. If he heard one more crack about being raped...
Anime/Manga: Hellsing Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Action / Romance | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 07.05.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 8.3K | Visits: 541 | Status: Work In Progress
YAOI SEXING IN THIS CHAPTER--YOU NO LIKEY? NO READY.
"I take it back - your taste in men sucks. He won't submit, no matter how hard we try. You'd think programming the damn chip specifically for him would have fixed that, but it only seemed to make him more of a stubborn bitch."
Aya's brow twitched angrily, and he growled a curse. If he heard one more crack about being raped...
Anime/Manga: Hellsing Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Action / Romance | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 07.05.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 8.3K | Visits: 541 | Status: Work In Progress
Hello everyone! Welcome to the second to last installment of Beyond Mortal Blood! I’m very happy that we got some reviews, and I really hope you all enjoy this. ^^ Though, let’s not delay–you know the drill!
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The Vampire had the barrel pressed to the forehead of Alexander, whilst he felt a blade slowly inching its way into his side, when he felt Aya’s shriek resonate within his mind. He had forgotten about the ritual, the sacrifice, the blood. He had been too wrapped up in this forsaken priest! Dammit! Curse his need to constantly quell boredom. He wrenched himself away, to Anderson’s dismay.
“What’s wrong, Vampire? Don’t want to fight?”
Alucard scoffed, as if that were the problem. “Actually,” he responded rather calmly, “there’s a sacrifice being performed at a near-by cathedral at just this moment that endangers the entire human race. I’d rather fight you, honestly, but it’s kind of important that my food supply and Master aren’t destroyed in the near future.”
Anderson cocked a blonde brow, “Oh really?” he asked, Irish accent trilling the “r.”
Alucard smiled, “Oh, yes.”
Electric green orbs flashed, and Alexander threw his arms up in the air, the bayonets dislodging themselves from the places in the walls, papers falling the floor in tatters. Wind gusted about, throwing them high into the atmosphere, until they seemed to dissipate into nothingness. The barrier had been released.
“I’ll be following,” the priest informed him. Alucard’s crimson optics eyed him questionably.
“Oh, is that so?” he inquired, moving out the door already.
The priest nodded, close behind him, mad grin matching the Vampire’s, “It’s under my jurisdiction for slightly different reasons, either way I cannot allow such a thing to go unnoticed by me.”
The Vampire chuckled, playfully commenting, “Just don’t get in my way.”
“Only if you don’t get in mine,” Alexander returned.
The two striking men walked in stride, now within metres of the cathedral, each aching to destroy each other, though Alucard desired to kill Aya more than anything. They stalked up the cold, cement steps, and as he threw open the large wooden door, what graced the Vampire’s eyes was one of the most Godly things he had ever seen. Aya, in chains, drenched in his own blood, what was dripping to the floor. The blinding amount of crimson all about aroused lust in him like no other, and at that moment, he could think of nothing else he would want more than to guzzle every last drop whilst fucking the assassin’s brains out. However, killing was about equal with such a thing, and he also had another task to perform before such things could be carried out. First of all, this entire ritual thing had to be halted, no matter how gorgeous and appealing it was to the Vampire at that moment. The bloody whips seemed to be restraining the young man, and as such, must be the things to be taken out first. Anderson, however, had assessed the situation quite quickly and had already fired bayonets at the whips, ripping them apart. Blood flew everywhere, onto Schwarz, onto the walls and floor as they sunk to the floor. Alucard joined in, firing a few bullets that blew apart the remaining whips, causing blood to cover even more of the walls and slam into the faces of Schwarz, and soon followed was the sound of Aya hitting the floor. A bit of blood even managed to come within the reach of Alucard, hitting the floor in front of him, but the mere scent of it caused his body to ache. Alexander had already drawn shining silver bayonets to slaughter Schwarz, and Alucard’s gun was cocked.
“Don’t shoot,” the priest ordered, “their souls can still be saved.”
When crimson eyes fell upon Alucard at the entrance, Aya had never been so relieved to see the Vampire before now. He had wanted to utter so terribly a slew of curses at the man, but his throat had been constricted then by the bloody whips. And as the bonds were disturbed, melting back into the crimson essence of the Fujimiya. The blood upon the back wall that had so resembled wings now slowly slipped down the surface, joining the rest of the liquid upon the floor. The redhead grunted as his body crashed into the floor unceremoniously, scattering the ornately traced blood upon the ground. He lay there, drenched in his blood and in utter pain, though quite thankful that the restraints no long dug deeply into his flesh, though still freely the blood flowed from his wounds.
Schuldig let out a loud curse, turning towards the two newcomers.
"Dammit!" he snarled, backing away. Crawford snatched the book that contained the sacrifice away from Farfarello, beginning to recite the words - in hopes that the ritual could still be continued, but to no avail the pentacle was destroyed and it was have to be redrawn. It would have to be started over. Farfarello whirled to glare at Aya.
"You're still our puppet! Kill them," he ordered, producing his poniard. The FREAK shifted slightly in his pooling blood, slowly pulling himself into a sitting position against the wall, gaze taking in the occupants of the cathedral.
"No," he muttered, forcefully as he finally maintained a strangle-hold grasp on his mind, though he was still crazy with blood lust.
"Kill them," Aya murmured, turning his eyes to Alucard, and whoever this newcomer was.
"Unless you'd like a FREAK utopia to rise up when they try again to kill me and succeed." Crawford glared in the assassin's direction.
"Just how do you know about that?" he inquired. "Did Nagi betray us?" The redhead closed his eyes, head resting against the wall.
“Lucky guess," he answered, shoulders slumping as his tongue slipped over his lips, cleaning the flaked blood found thereupon.
"You fucking punk," Schuldig growled.
"You've been playing us for fools from the beginning." Aya didn't respond, eyes closed tightly as he ground his teeth together to quell the pain still rippling through his form. It was beginning to fade, but had not yet.
Farfarello frowned, "Enough. We can sacrifice him later. Right now, let's punish God by killing these intruders."
Crawford snorted, advancing on Aya with malice in his glare. "You won't defy us. Now heal yourself and help us!"
The redhead allowed his hand to slip down, splashing into the blood on the floor, and with a moment's concentration a bloody appendage sprang to life from the liquid, wrapping around the American's throat before hurling him into the far wall. The blood melted back into the large puddle, and Crawford stood shakily to his feet, as he hadn't been expecting such a thing to happen. However, it had seemed since Aya's turning, he could not foresee the man's movements. Odd. Schuldig had watched the airborne flight of Schwarz's leader, brow arched as he turned to look to Aya, he then turned his eyes to Alucard, frowning.
"I take it back - your taste in men sucks. He won't submit, no matter how hard we try. You'd think programming the damn chip specifically for him would have fixed that, but it only seemed to make him more of a stubborn bitch."
Aya's brow twitched angrily, and he growled a curse. If he heard one more crack about being raped...
Alucard’s job was to take card of Schuldig, and that he had waited upon for quite awhile. He knew this was the one of the men who had taken hold of Aya and was the exact one who proceeded to violate him, something that infuriated him. How dare such a disgusting creature lay mark upon something that the Vampire had claimed as his. Just as Sakura had suffered her punishment, Schuldig would suffer his. Though Sakura’s had been quick and most likely painless, when Alucard entertained the thought of Schuldig’s death, there was much more screaming involved. Pain was to be a main factor. To kill with bullets would be a waste, and as such, they were deposited in the holsters at his side. The Vampire smiled, and charged for Schuldig at full speed, becoming something of a red blur, arms flying out to become giant webs of black mist which aimed to engulf the German man. Alexander Anderson, meanwhile, had made his way toward Farfarello, gleaming bayonets bared, a wicked smirk on his face as the lights from the cathedral shone upon his spherical spectacles.
The pace of his footsteps increased, and under his breath he muttered, "I am a mediator of God! I am the instrument that delivers the punishment of heaven! The souls of the impure will be cleansed by my blessed blade.. Amen!"
With that, he moved for Farfarello, and with freakish speed, already had embedded a silver blade into the fellow Irishman’s stomach.
"God is to be punished!" Farfarello countered, the eye uncovered by the patch turning to look down at the blade.
A sick grin found its way to his face and casually he drew himself off the weapon, hand dipping into the blood spilling from the wound. He lifted his fingers to his lips, tongue sliding over them to clean them off the sticky substance. He lunged at his adversary, some messenger of God that must be destroyed. Yes, he would punish God. The poniard grew in length, and he gleefully attacked Anderson with it. Schuldig had no such plans of being captured, and with insane speed flitted out of the way, brandishing his own gun to fire at Alucard.
"Why couldn't you just die like you were supposed to!"
Crawford rushed his way back towards the fray, only to have Aya slam his other hand down into the blood supply he rested in. Blood splashed up from the pool, obscuring his left at for but a moment before it slipped down the cheek still boasting blood from the redhead's eyes. Again the blood came to life, growing dark as it mutated into hungry canines, springing towards Crawford who narrowly avoided their first attack. He was not, however, so lucky the second time, and was slowly dragged to the floor, the creatures created of blood descending upon him viciously as Aya let his eyes slide shut. Crawford was nothing without his precognitive powers, and it rather disappointed Aya. He'd spent so much time before striving to destroy this man, and the idiot had fallen easily without his insight.
Anderson had turned out of the way of Farfarello’s attack, though the blade had managed to scrape by his stomach. Producing more blades from under his cassock, he twirled with them, in some sort of freakish dance (as the man was indeed quite tall, nearing about six and a half feet), and with a psychotic smile curling his lips, shoved each of the four blades he held deep into the fellow Irishman’s body. Each silvery sword sliced the roughened skin, embedding themselves comfortably in the flesh. Farfarfello did not scream as Anderson managed to insert the final blade with deft precision into the scarred back, sending it straight through so it exited on the other side of Farfarello. In the process, it had pierced the man’s heart, sending blood spilling down across Farfarello’s body, onto the floor, creating a mess to add to the pools already made by the ritual.
The man who felt no pain collapsed onto the floor, smiling, though he was dead. Anderson looked down upon him in disgust. It was not often he would attack an innocent man, but due to the circumstances he was sure that God would forgive his sins. And hadn’t this man mentioned something about punishing God? It was a shame he would never get to do any such thing. Perhaps the Lord would take pity upon the poor man.
He stood there in silent prayer, while Alucard was having his own fun with Schuldig. How the Vampire desired to rip this man apart, and he would, too. The German wouldn’t evade him for long, as he could certainly run, but to be clichéd, he could not hide. Though the man fired bullets, the Vampire moved with speed to match Schuldig’s, and they merely nipped his side, or missed. More and more, the darkness spread from Alucard, flaming with rage and excitement. The black mist ebbed outward and outward, creating a large cage, that, no matter how Schuldig moved, he could not evade. It began to close in on the man, thousands of red eyes staring in on him, mocking him. The crimson orbs showed nothing but glee as the sphere of thick, dark mist, grew in even more tightly on the man, suffocating his very space.
Could fear make its way into Schuldig’s eyes? No one could ever know but Alucard, who savoured every moment he took devouring the German man with the dark mist. The blood tasted less than satisfactory, but of course he would be able drink Aya’s blood within moments, and as such, he had his fun. Schuldig fired his gun several times, but the holes the bullets made were quickly closed up, and Alucard figured it was time to dispose of such a nuisance. He began to break every bone that Schuldig had in his legs and arms, planning on leaving the man crippled, resting on blackness. The shrieks of pain could be heard resonating throughout the cathedral as the tentacles made of flaming black mist took their time administering the rough motion that cracked, fractured, and soon, completely snapped in half the bones within Schuldig’s legs and arms.
And as the blood spilled from opened skin, it was quickly sucked down, as soon, from inside the thick black bubble, two large eyes appeared. Schuldig’s face turned to meet them, and the eyes pushed forward, taking a large amount of darkness with them. From this darkness shaped a face, and a mouth opened, lined with two rows of sharp ivory fangs. Alucard laughed mirthlessly, in a wicked way that echoed across the emptiness of the cathedral.
“Is that all you have in you?” he cried. “One would figure after such taunting you’d have a bit more to offer. Sadly, you’re not fit enough to walk this earth, being that you can’t walk anymore...”
The black mist had already made its way up Schuldig’s legs, eating away at flesh, bone and muscle, cries of pain accompanying.
“What makes you think you have the right to place your disgusting mark upon my property, let alone be my worthy opponent? You’re worth less than the maggots I can crush with my feet.”
He had now devoured up to Schuldig’s chest.
“Now die.”
With that, he sunk his fangs into the German’s neck, blood splashing about everywhere, blood that was quickly consumed. The screams and shrieks were quickly silenced as soon, there was nothing left of Schuldig but a gently resonating protest, and with that, Alucard’s form began to become more human once more. Darkness turned to crimson, and mist became solid. All that remained inside were himself, Alexander, and Aya. The priest would prove trouble as most likely he would want to continue his fight with Alucard, which was an inviting prospect for the Vampire, but looking over at Aya’s naked, bloody body, priorities were becoming rearranged.
Alexander’s gaze met Alucard’s and he smiled. “Let’s go.”
Alucard chuckled, “Your job here is done, Judas Priest.”
Alexander shook his head. “I was sent here to get rid of the Vampire problem. You’re part of it.”
“You know that violates the treaties Hellsing and the Vatican have established. There isn’t another Vampire here that requires your cleansing. I’ve destroyed them all,” Alucard countered.
Anderson gestured to Aya. “What about him?”
Alucard smirked, “Due to some qualities that this young man contains, such as natural immortality, the chip can be removed from him, making him human once more. You wouldn’t want to murder one who can still be salvaged, now would you?”
The priest frowned and turned slightly.
“I suppose not. Consider yourself lucky I’m containing the urge to kill you at this moment... but being that this is neither of our territories, I’d prefer not to stir up trouble with the Vatican at this moment. We’ll meet again, Vampire,” he promised, pushing open the tall doors.
With a final grin, he paced out of the cathedral.
Alucard smiled wickedly.
“Surely,” he murmured, and he turned to Aya.
Crimson orbs glowed with lust, coat falling from his shoulders as he walked forward. How beautiful the young man looked stained in his own blood, the glittering scarlet so entrancing to the Vampire it was likely he could become drunk off the very sight of it. He breathed not a word as he took the assassin in his arms roughly, laying lips on lips, kissing him deeply, impassioned beyond words. It was not sentimental emotion, though–merely the primal lust that engulfed his body, the sheer need to fuck that had become stronger than ever, that had taken hold of him.
Aya's body tightened in immediate protest to the arms pressing upon open wounds, and ivory hands, dressed in gloves of crimson, gripped at Alucard's shoulders. It had only been roughly a day since he'd last felt Alucard's arms around him, but somehow he felt as thought it had been much longer than that. Even so... The redhead drew back from the kiss, a hiss of pain falling from his lips as he allowed his forehead to rest against the Vampire's.
"You're late," he murmured, eyes half-lidded as he regarded Alucard.
He pressed his mouth back to Alucard's, eyes falling back shut as he pressed closer to the man, body strained and still hurting. It didn't matter - he was alive, he'd heal. Slender digits drifted from the broad shoulders, tracing over the Vampire's face, consequently leaving trails of blood along the cheeks.
Aya considered for a moment that he should not be allowing this to happen, that he should be refusing the Vampire and yelling slew after slew of obscenities at him for almost letting him die. But, as he inhaled again the scent of the pool in which he sat he found that train of thought was clearly the antithesis of what he wanted. His anger could be set aside for later, when they weren't in such a precarious position with blood surrounding them to render them lustful. There was just so much of it already spilled, how could they possibly stand to waste it? Those were certainly a vampire's thoughts opposed to more rational things Aya might have normally put thought into. As it was, if the assassin had been in his right state of mind, he would not still be sitting in his own blood, let alone kissing Alucard in it (and he would probably be demanding a shower).
Aya's lips drifted down, kissing over the olive jaw, trailing still more down the portion of Alucard's neck that was not covered by the high-collared shirt. Gentle he nipped at the skin, before drawing kisses back up to the Vampire's mouth, kissing him once more. This was certainly better than having the man trying to kill him because he was a FREAK, as his body was in no shape to get into a fight. Then again, being what he was, surely he could use his own blood to heal the wounds marring his form. He could do that later, as well - it wasn't as if he could bleed to death. Besides, this was just yet another experience. Fucking in blood, how many people could honestly say they'd done that?
The Vampire began to work his suit off, the tie and shirt following, and it just seemed that the shirt wouldn’t fall away fast enough. No matter how quickly gloved fingers pushed at the buttons, there seemed to be hundreds of them, all taunting him. He threw his gloves away, hoping that would speed up the process, but to no avail. A tongue drifted into Aya’s mouth, the kiss hard and deep, and finally, the last damned button popped out, and his shirt was shed. Hands slid up and down Aya’s body, collecting blood as they went, and having Aya this close made the scent that much stronger. He pressed the crimson chest to his own, and his mouth fell to Aya’s neck, open wounds still dripping blood, of which he gladly lapped up. In his eyes there was the foggy look of lust, of absolute craving, the scent of blood only invigorating him. His tongue traveled Aya’s neck, licking up all blood that was there, and he took one of the young man’s hands, sucking off all blood that was there. He’d gotten quite hard already, and the taste of this was enough to augment it.
Alucard desired more, and more, how often had this thought crossed his mind? He had gotten merely a glimpse in the car, this was pure heaven, something he thought he’d never experience. Oddly enough, it felt strangely good to have the young man back in his arms, as if he’d missed the feeling, or some crazy notion such as that. Could it be possible that his feelings for Aya were greater than he thought? Were they rivaling the ones he had felt for Mina? For Mina, it had been a protective sort of feeling, a ownership that involved both people giving. But he did not feel that for Aya, as the young man did not require such things–he was quite self-sufficient. There was something, though, of that much he was sure. Did he not want to admit that he felt strongly for the young man? Well, such things could be thought of later, as his hands were not working on getting his lower garments off, and succeeding, leaving them both bare. Alucard had not tasted nearly enough of Aya’s blood, and desired more, pressing the young man to him, he sucked at open wounds on the assassin’s neck, tongue digging deeply into them.
The redhead gritted his teeth as the tongue delved into the deep cuts the ritual had made, head rolling to the side as he pressed his eyes shut. Just when the pain had been waning, Alucard sought to bring it to life again. Aya was only mildly resentful of the fact, but being that he was used to the man feeding off of him, he quickly fell back into the pain of their meeting. With Alucard and himself, it would always be like this. That presented a new question: Schwarz was dead, and the world was safe from a FREAK utopia, didn't that mean Alucard would be returning home? As the inquiry drifted through his mind, he pushed it away, finding that for some reason it pained him to think of it. He did not want to think of Alucard leaving. Not now... Maybe not ever?
Aya shook away that idea as well, because it was just irrational that he had fallen to caring for the man so much. But he'd even told Nagi... Alucard was near his sister when it came to the level of caring, otherwise he would not have said shooting the man was like killing. And at the time, had he not meant it when he said it? He certainly... Had. The hand now clean of blood slid over Alucard's neck, and crimson eyes unearthed from behind closed lids, looking at the bare expanse of flesh. The eyes gleamed molten, shining with the hunger for blood. All worrying was wiped clean of his mind as he lifted his other hand to his lips. His tongue slid over the alabaster skin, gathering the crimson essence into his mouth. There really wasn't a difference between his blood and his sister's, of that he was certain.
The assassin tilted his face close to Alucard's throat, pressing warm kisses to it in a downward trail, finally pausing where neck met shoulder. For a moment he was reminded of his utter reluctance to swallow the Vampire's blood just days before behind his house. He had been so against being forced onto his knees that far, but was he willing to do it again of his own accord? Could he - would he - give himself up to Alucard completely of his own freewill? Garnet gems fell shut as he kissed the flesh again, before instinctively sinking his fangs into the area. As the metallic taste filled his mouth, a shudder fell down his spine, and he pressed himself closer to Alucard, pulling himself into the man's lap. This was it, his final submission to the Vampire.
Alucard groaned deeply–so much pleasure all at once was enough to cause it. Not only had Aya begun to take part in one of the finest pleasures known to Vampires, but he had just submitted himself to fucking? It all seemed quite incredible to Alucard, and all of it at once caused a phenomenally blissful feeling. The tightness and hotness of Aya’s body encased him, enthralled him, and then there was the fangs on his neck–something he hadn’t felt in so long–the sucking of his blood, and he wanted more and more. His own neck craned downward, and his fangs drove deeply into the side of the punk’s neck, causing more blood to flow from the area. Completely unnecessary, but one could say that suck rough bites were one of the Vampire’s ways of showing affection.
The sweetest scarlet flowed into his mouth, and he swallowed it down eagerly, as his throbbing, hard member began to pump in and out of the assassin’s body. It was rather immediate, there was no gentle, gradual quickening of thrusts, this was rough from the beginning, as he was feeling quite savage. Crimson eyes were shut tightly as he swallowed crimson essence, throat working, hips thrusting madly. His grip on the young man was secure, tight, as if he did not wish to let go of the assassin for anything–which most likely was the case, as one would have to rip life from his body if they wanted him to stop having sex at this moment. Pleasure was coating his body in thick, heavy blankets, unsettling and spreading out to all limbs. He groaned again, muffled by Aya’s neck, but damn this was the most incredible he had ever felt in quite some time.
In response to the violence shown to his neck, Aya drove his tongue forcefully into the wounds he'd created, devouring the blood as it spilled more freely now. The alabaster body, battered and bloody as it was, grew almost immediately accustomed to rough, unforgiving thrusts by which Alucard pounded into him. A throaty moan resonated in the back of his throat, unable to pass through the preoccupied lips. He shuddered, lifting his head away from the Vampire's neck, his body rising and falling in the rhythm of their sex. Ivory digits grasped Alucard's shoulders tightly, and he leaned backward, dragging Alucard with him as he pressed his cut and damaged back into the pooling crimson on the floor - pulling Alucard on top of him. There was a momentary wince of pain at the first contact of being caught between floor and body, but he recovered from it quick enough, tongue sliding over the Vampire's neck to collect more of the crimson fluid.
One hand ventured to Alucard's back, nails clawing over it as his body protested being pounded into the floor, their pace only quickening from the speed it had started at. His own erection throbbed, caught between their bodies and craving the attention of the dark-haired man's touch. Aya's free hand sought Alucard's hair, digits curling into it as he tugged the man's face from his bloody neck. Crimson eyes slid open for a moment as he looked at him, before pressing his lips to Alucard's, his ensanguined tongue probing into the other's mouth, meshing with its counterpart. Aya had never thought he would actually enjoy the taste of blood, that he would crave it and need it and want it. Now he could actually appreciate the bloody kisses Alucard and he had shared often during sex, which would certainly make it all the more enjoyable.
Kissing Aya became even rougher, tongue wrestling within the assassin’s as his thrusts followed the same notion, coming with more frequency and harder still. One hand found its way to the redhead’s aching cock, a blood-stained hand administering contrastingly gentle strokes to the shaft. Alucard grinned through the kiss, and as he felt an abrupt wave of pleasure crash into him, he broke it to allow a ragged moan to escape his lips. He resumed the kiss with renewed vigor, and another arm pulled the young man closer. The Vampire was certainly enjoying this position, it was different but part of one of the most extraordinary sexual experiences he had ever had, if not the most. Everything seemed to contribute to it–the scent of blood that pooled on the floors, the blood flowing from his own neck, the coating of crimson that Aya had upon him.
Not to mention the fact that they were fucking inside a cathedral, a house of God, where sodomy was normally forbidden. Anderson would be having a fit, and at this, he chuckled inwardly. Just the sight, two Vampires engaged in a animalistic embrace on the floors crafted for the worship of the Lord. Good thing he’d never know. The Vampire kissed Aya deeper, even harder than before if such was possible, and his thrusts nearly became violent, his erection pulsing in bliss inside the young man’s body, the scent of blood constantly flooding his nostrils, sweat beading on his chest and thighs. Oh, if he needed to breathe, he’d certainly be out of it. His one hand still working at Aya’s member, tickling and rubbing it, another pulled the punk closer than before.
There was certainly some sinful aspect about their joining on the holy ground of the cathedral, but Aya paid it no mind as a feral growl clawed up his throat. Aya's member throbbed and ached in response to Alucard's hand, sending waves of pleasure to tingle up his spine. His body was taking an unnecessary beating from the absolute brutality of their fucking, but the redhead was thoroughly enjoying it. He never might have expected submitting himself so willingly to sex would award him so fruitfully. It dispersed the shame factor in it, allowing Aya to take utmost gratification in the act. And on the ranking list of best fucks? The assassin was fairly positive this was the best it could be, and that nothing would come close to surpassing it.
Aya wrenched away from the kiss, a moan falling from his lips as his hands sought to grip Alucard's shoulders. Muscles tensing, Aya roughly flipped them over, slamming the Vampire's back into the bloody mess upon the floor. His hips still rolled in rhythm to Alucard's thrusts, his body responding blithely to every motion. As he loomed over Alucard, the scarlet liquid upon his back slid over his shoulders, beading as it fell from his form to splash onto the man's chest, the rest of sliding down to further color his thighs with crimson nectar. Beads of blood and sweat dripped from the Aya's red locks, glistening in the dim lighting of the church. An array of hues glimmered across the floor, the streetlights just outside of the church reflecting onto the stain glass windows, casting onto Aya a silhouette of bronze and silver. Ivory lips descended back down onto Alucard's, the kiss drenched in wanton abandon as Aya's fingers slid over the Vampire's chest, smearing the blood found thereupon, seeking out and toying with sensitive areas Aya knew so well were pleasurable to Alucard.
Previous experiences had made the Vampire almost adverse to Aya being on top, but pleasure was so intense in these moments he honestly couldn’t care less–and shucked the notion without a second thought. As Aya rode him, with each thrust he felt a wave of pleasure roll over him, hitting him with incredible force. The location of Aya’s fingers, the way they flicked and teased caused him to buck his hips, one thrust being forced savagely hard into the redhead, and the Vampire groaned deeply into the kiss that the assassin had laid upon his lips. Alucard’s body was nearly overcome with desire, with bliss, eyes shut tightly as took in no senses other than the feel and smell of the blood on his back, the delicacy of Aya’s lips and tongue, and the pleasure that was wracking his body.
The Vampire, not even in any of his experiences with Mina, had ever felt something so sensational. The heat of Aya’s body, the moisture and tightness, the friction between the two of them, the overwhelming scent of blood, sweat, all of it was contributing. Faster his hand toyed and teased at Aya’s cock, fingers sliding up and down the shaft and thumb circling the head. God, this felt so good–he groaned again, and his hand gripped Aya’s back tightly, as, without his asking, he erupted into the young man, viscous fluid spilling into him. The Vampire’s back arched and his face broke from the kiss to allow a loud, deep moan to resonate throughout the cathedral, seeming to echo for several seconds before finally fading, along with the nearly paralysing amount of pleasure he had experienced.
Red locks tossed back as Aya craned his neck, back arched as his expression melted away into serene passion as the climax overcame him, drowning him and plunging his sight into darkness. The crimson locks gleamed, crowned in the gold and silver, glistening still with remnants of the ritual. The orgasm rocked him violently, his member exploding forth its ecstasy as a load moan escaped his open lips. Alabaster shoulders quivered, aftershocks of the passion's wake, and slowly he collapsed down onto Alucard, mind desperately clawing back from inebriation. If breathing was a necessity for Aya, it was likely he would be at a dangerous loss of it, and in these moments he could be thankful that he was what he had become. The ivory countenance settled into the nook of Alucard's neck as he allowed his body the rest it was screaming for. As he considered it again, he became much more appreciative of his turning, for this would have never happened if he had still been alive.
The scarlet eyes remained closed for several minutes, gathering some small fraction of strength before he lifted himself off of Alucard, legs straightening as he stood up with a great deal of effort. It was only now that he noticed his utter exhaustion, but he attributed it to the loss of blood, which would not be a problem soon enough. The crimson fluid splattered upon the floor shifted and wavered, lifting to follow the trails of blood still on Aya's form, and methodically it melded back into the wounds inflicted upon his body, restoring the skin to its former unmarred beauty, cleaning from his hair the liquid that would no doubt have become a hassle to clean out. More still slithered over his body, coating it in a layer of red before hardening and fading to black. A silk shirt garbed his upper body, a pair of black slacks his lower with boats to finish off the ensemble. Garnet optics unveiled from beneath closed lids and quietly he looked to Alucard.
Alucard straightened himself, a bit disappointed that all the blood had now found its rightful place inside Aya’s body–except, of course, for the amount he had swallowed himself. Merely smirking at the young man, Alucard turned to begin reapplying clothing when he had noticed that a good amount of Aya’s fluids had... covered him. Shrugging, he merely cleaned it off with mouth and hands, as he had no qualms about it–it was delicious either way, just as all of the young man was. And, when the last bit had been licked off his fingers, he began to re-clothe. Alucard was feeling a bit winded from the experience, he supposed he could call it, but more introspective, as he could be. It seemed that due to recent events, he was feeling it was time to rethink his emotions concerning the assassin.
What, truly, did he feel? It ranged from a consuming need to kill and overpower, to wanting to fuck his brains out. Not to mention, like Integra, the Vampire respected him. There were several ways in which Aya and his Master were similar, qualities that he hadn’t seen in the first five minutes with the redhead. The most obvious to Alucard was the fact that both had a sharp mind and an inability to give up, an inner-strength masked by outer-beauty. And he loved his Master–but he had known her so much longer. Then again, Mina... it was a bit confusing, which he wasn’t fond of. Feelings such as this were not to be so integral that he ruminate over them and become frustrated. It simply wasn’t in his character. So, was it possible that he felt that much affection for Aya? Love for Mina had been so different–she had been so small and fragile, so beautiful and sweet, and Aya was practically her polar opposite. Aya was cold, a murderer (not that this mattered to the Vampire, of course, it was merely an observation), in need of no protection or help.
But maybe that was the way Alucard wanted it now. Mina, due to her soul, also was unable to stand Alucard’s more disgusting qualities, and in the end had hatred burning within her eyes. Aya, even throughout the tears and blood (literally), was still able to place his lips on the Vampire’s, even submit himself to the rigorous fucking that they shared. When Mina had Alucard’s brand placed upon her and the private moment between them had been dashed–that is when they had fallen apart. However, Aya had no facade to keep up for specific people–icy, that is how he had crafted himself, and how he acted amongst everyone, save his sister. When Kritiker had heard them fucking, Alucard had seen no fury flaming in Aya’s violet orbs for him, only for the ones who had been eavesdropping. Yes, though Aya was different from the woman Alucard had loved, there was certainly some sort of sick chemistry between them, something the Vampire could neither pinpoint nor minimize the presence of. Whatever it was.
Slender fingers combed back the red silk tresses, and Aya turned away from the Vampire. You would think after an experience that mind-blowing, the assassin would have something to say, but no comment fell from the ivory lips as he strode past the body of Farfarello doubled over on the floor with skin greying in accordance with lack of life. It was no his concern to clean up the scene of the crime - let the police do that and in the process find the priests Schwarz had undoubtedly murdered to make his sacrifice a possibility. No matter, it was the last person they ever killed, and though he considered their deaths, he was quite assured that his job with Weiss would not end. Just because the enemies in the darkness had been dispersed, it did not mean that Japan was completely free corrupted officials. So long as there were targets, Weiss and Kritiker would still have a job.
Aya shed the thoughts of work, for there were other things to consider. Regardless of the fact that Alucard's late arrival almost cost him his life, he had still in a sense forgiven the man and submitted to him utterly and absolutely. He should have been furious, probably still should be, but anger just wouldn't seem to stick when his mind was directed towards the Vampire. He pushed open the grand doors of the cathedral, stepping out into the night, his gaze turning upward. And he had given himself so willingly, but why? Was it because he had finally come to terms with the fact that he cared for Alucard? Maybe that was it... No, that was most definitely the reason. He held feelings for the man, and though he still was unsure of how deeply they ran, he was willing to acknowledge them and when he had the time he would spend it figuring out just how serious the affection was.
A crimson sidelock brushed into his face, caught in a gust of wind, and gently he swept it back, eyes turning to the sidewalk as he walked along it. Somehow, he had a feeling that his like for Alucard was much more than he wanted to think it was, and so he ignored the rising unease in him that came with thinking of the older man, and if he would truly be spending eternity with him. It just didn't seem possible, because as it was they would split ways soon, for Alucard would return to Hellsing, and he would remain with Kritiker in Japan. Again the pangs of hurt at that train of contemplation caught him, and roughly he shoved it to the back of his mind.
The FREAK's stride slowed as he neared the familiar flower shop came into sight, and as his feet paused before the closed door a voice caught his attention from within.
"When Ran returns, I want to show him that I can walk."
The soft, gentle voice that he had heard echoing so often in his dreams, with that spirited determination he knew so well because it ran in the Fujimiya line. But it wasn't possible...
"Aya-Chan, you can't push yourself too hard. It hasn't been long since you woke, you should sit down and rest," he heard Omi pleading.
"Come on, Aya will be glad just to see you awake," that was Yohji's voice.
A hesitant hand gripped the door handle, his grasp loose and unsure and heavily he pushed open the door. A pair of large midnight irises, set in an alabaster face met his gaze as the door fell open entirely.
"Oh, Ran..." the girl whispered, head slightly lowered and framed by dark, thick pigtails, leaning upon Omi as he steadied her from falling.
"A-Aya..." his voice fell out slightly choked as he stepped inside the shop.
This was no clone, not this time. Aya-Chan looked to Omi, smiling as she took a wobbly step towards the redhead, but her legs consequently buckled without the help of another. Aya lurched forward, arms stretching out to catch her and pull the young girl to his chest.
"You're awake, really awake this time."
She peered up at him, nodding before her eyes wavered, tears appearing at their corners. "Oh brother, please forgive me for the years I've taken from you."
Upon Aya's lips a smile formed, natural - as if he had never abandoned it years ago.
"It's okay, Aya. It's okay."
As his thumb brushed away the tears, he glanced up to see the other members of Weiss, along with Manx and Birman.
The buxom redhead smiled, "She woke up just a little while after you dropped that disk of with Omi. But they only recently released her after checking all of her vitals. She's healthy as they come, and stubborn to boot."
Yohji grinned, "It must run in the family. Who would have thought such a cute girl could match Aya's fierceness?"
Crimson brows twitched up as Aya eyed the brunette suspiciously, before turning his attention back to the girl still hugged tightly to his chest.
"So?" she asked, head cocked to the side.
"So...?" he inquired.
"I want to meet him," she replied, smiling brightly as if she hadn't a care in the world.
The Vampire had originally followed a few footsteps behind Aya, head held high as normal, pointed towards the sky and the beautiful dark canvas that it was. Glimmering stars, the silver threads created by the moon, yadda yadda. It never seemed that way to him, though. Every night was a different night, with a different setting, different clouds and different air. A different moon. And it was all equally beautiful. Especially the full moons, the ones that made his veins ache for blood. Of course, he had his fill as of now–yes, he was overall satisfied, and as he looked at Aya, he found the young man nowhere in sight. Once or twice his gaze had drifted to see if the path he was following was correct, but now, he had no clue as to where to go. Reassessing himself, he realised the most logical place would be the flower shop, and as he focused, he could feel Aya close, that general direction... the flower shop, that was. So, it was final, he would walk that way.
Thinking, he realised that he would be leaving most likely immediately following contacting Integra at the flower shop and reporting to her the final deeds, and securing a trip
home–that was something his mind hadn’t even brushed by. Emotional pain was something he had become accustomed to over the years, being that he had faced hundreds of losses within his long life. This one was no different, he felt the familiar twinge of his stomach tingling, his heart twisting, but they unraveled within moments, as he pushed them aside. Most likely, if he wanted Aya again, the punk would come if the Vampire bid him too. Of course, he couldn’t ever see himself in such a position where he would require Aya by his side, it wasn’t as if these were the days where a companion was required for safety and company.
He had Hellsing. If the punk wanted the Vampire, he would come, and if not, he would stay and continue his life. It had been an interesting few weeks, but it had come to an end now and the Vampire made a small a deal out of it as he could. Now he found himself in front of the flower shop, and as he opened the door, there Aya was with a young girl–ah, the Vampire recognised that face. It was the face of the redhead’s sister who had been in a coma, the one he had first seen lying helpless in a bed. Now, she was here, in Aya’s arms. They seemed so different, aside from their eyes–endless pools, dark and mysterious.
However, the girl’s certainly held more emotion than the punk’s did. She did not have the shield over them that he had, the frosty glare the repelled all–of course, the Vampire had seen the inside of such things, a short glimpse had been allowed. As he laid eyes on the girl, he did not move, simply grinned, as he was accustomed to doing, and a slight chuckle escaped him.
“Good evening, Miss Fujimiya...” he purred.
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The Vampire had the barrel pressed to the forehead of Alexander, whilst he felt a blade slowly inching its way into his side, when he felt Aya’s shriek resonate within his mind. He had forgotten about the ritual, the sacrifice, the blood. He had been too wrapped up in this forsaken priest! Dammit! Curse his need to constantly quell boredom. He wrenched himself away, to Anderson’s dismay.
“What’s wrong, Vampire? Don’t want to fight?”
Alucard scoffed, as if that were the problem. “Actually,” he responded rather calmly, “there’s a sacrifice being performed at a near-by cathedral at just this moment that endangers the entire human race. I’d rather fight you, honestly, but it’s kind of important that my food supply and Master aren’t destroyed in the near future.”
Anderson cocked a blonde brow, “Oh really?” he asked, Irish accent trilling the “r.”
Alucard smiled, “Oh, yes.”
Electric green orbs flashed, and Alexander threw his arms up in the air, the bayonets dislodging themselves from the places in the walls, papers falling the floor in tatters. Wind gusted about, throwing them high into the atmosphere, until they seemed to dissipate into nothingness. The barrier had been released.
“I’ll be following,” the priest informed him. Alucard’s crimson optics eyed him questionably.
“Oh, is that so?” he inquired, moving out the door already.
The priest nodded, close behind him, mad grin matching the Vampire’s, “It’s under my jurisdiction for slightly different reasons, either way I cannot allow such a thing to go unnoticed by me.”
The Vampire chuckled, playfully commenting, “Just don’t get in my way.”
“Only if you don’t get in mine,” Alexander returned.
The two striking men walked in stride, now within metres of the cathedral, each aching to destroy each other, though Alucard desired to kill Aya more than anything. They stalked up the cold, cement steps, and as he threw open the large wooden door, what graced the Vampire’s eyes was one of the most Godly things he had ever seen. Aya, in chains, drenched in his own blood, what was dripping to the floor. The blinding amount of crimson all about aroused lust in him like no other, and at that moment, he could think of nothing else he would want more than to guzzle every last drop whilst fucking the assassin’s brains out. However, killing was about equal with such a thing, and he also had another task to perform before such things could be carried out. First of all, this entire ritual thing had to be halted, no matter how gorgeous and appealing it was to the Vampire at that moment. The bloody whips seemed to be restraining the young man, and as such, must be the things to be taken out first. Anderson, however, had assessed the situation quite quickly and had already fired bayonets at the whips, ripping them apart. Blood flew everywhere, onto Schwarz, onto the walls and floor as they sunk to the floor. Alucard joined in, firing a few bullets that blew apart the remaining whips, causing blood to cover even more of the walls and slam into the faces of Schwarz, and soon followed was the sound of Aya hitting the floor. A bit of blood even managed to come within the reach of Alucard, hitting the floor in front of him, but the mere scent of it caused his body to ache. Alexander had already drawn shining silver bayonets to slaughter Schwarz, and Alucard’s gun was cocked.
“Don’t shoot,” the priest ordered, “their souls can still be saved.”
When crimson eyes fell upon Alucard at the entrance, Aya had never been so relieved to see the Vampire before now. He had wanted to utter so terribly a slew of curses at the man, but his throat had been constricted then by the bloody whips. And as the bonds were disturbed, melting back into the crimson essence of the Fujimiya. The blood upon the back wall that had so resembled wings now slowly slipped down the surface, joining the rest of the liquid upon the floor. The redhead grunted as his body crashed into the floor unceremoniously, scattering the ornately traced blood upon the ground. He lay there, drenched in his blood and in utter pain, though quite thankful that the restraints no long dug deeply into his flesh, though still freely the blood flowed from his wounds.
Schuldig let out a loud curse, turning towards the two newcomers.
"Dammit!" he snarled, backing away. Crawford snatched the book that contained the sacrifice away from Farfarello, beginning to recite the words - in hopes that the ritual could still be continued, but to no avail the pentacle was destroyed and it was have to be redrawn. It would have to be started over. Farfarello whirled to glare at Aya.
"You're still our puppet! Kill them," he ordered, producing his poniard. The FREAK shifted slightly in his pooling blood, slowly pulling himself into a sitting position against the wall, gaze taking in the occupants of the cathedral.
"No," he muttered, forcefully as he finally maintained a strangle-hold grasp on his mind, though he was still crazy with blood lust.
"Kill them," Aya murmured, turning his eyes to Alucard, and whoever this newcomer was.
"Unless you'd like a FREAK utopia to rise up when they try again to kill me and succeed." Crawford glared in the assassin's direction.
"Just how do you know about that?" he inquired. "Did Nagi betray us?" The redhead closed his eyes, head resting against the wall.
“Lucky guess," he answered, shoulders slumping as his tongue slipped over his lips, cleaning the flaked blood found thereupon.
"You fucking punk," Schuldig growled.
"You've been playing us for fools from the beginning." Aya didn't respond, eyes closed tightly as he ground his teeth together to quell the pain still rippling through his form. It was beginning to fade, but had not yet.
Farfarello frowned, "Enough. We can sacrifice him later. Right now, let's punish God by killing these intruders."
Crawford snorted, advancing on Aya with malice in his glare. "You won't defy us. Now heal yourself and help us!"
The redhead allowed his hand to slip down, splashing into the blood on the floor, and with a moment's concentration a bloody appendage sprang to life from the liquid, wrapping around the American's throat before hurling him into the far wall. The blood melted back into the large puddle, and Crawford stood shakily to his feet, as he hadn't been expecting such a thing to happen. However, it had seemed since Aya's turning, he could not foresee the man's movements. Odd. Schuldig had watched the airborne flight of Schwarz's leader, brow arched as he turned to look to Aya, he then turned his eyes to Alucard, frowning.
"I take it back - your taste in men sucks. He won't submit, no matter how hard we try. You'd think programming the damn chip specifically for him would have fixed that, but it only seemed to make him more of a stubborn bitch."
Aya's brow twitched angrily, and he growled a curse. If he heard one more crack about being raped...
Alucard’s job was to take card of Schuldig, and that he had waited upon for quite awhile. He knew this was the one of the men who had taken hold of Aya and was the exact one who proceeded to violate him, something that infuriated him. How dare such a disgusting creature lay mark upon something that the Vampire had claimed as his. Just as Sakura had suffered her punishment, Schuldig would suffer his. Though Sakura’s had been quick and most likely painless, when Alucard entertained the thought of Schuldig’s death, there was much more screaming involved. Pain was to be a main factor. To kill with bullets would be a waste, and as such, they were deposited in the holsters at his side. The Vampire smiled, and charged for Schuldig at full speed, becoming something of a red blur, arms flying out to become giant webs of black mist which aimed to engulf the German man. Alexander Anderson, meanwhile, had made his way toward Farfarello, gleaming bayonets bared, a wicked smirk on his face as the lights from the cathedral shone upon his spherical spectacles.
The pace of his footsteps increased, and under his breath he muttered, "I am a mediator of God! I am the instrument that delivers the punishment of heaven! The souls of the impure will be cleansed by my blessed blade.. Amen!"
With that, he moved for Farfarello, and with freakish speed, already had embedded a silver blade into the fellow Irishman’s stomach.
"God is to be punished!" Farfarello countered, the eye uncovered by the patch turning to look down at the blade.
A sick grin found its way to his face and casually he drew himself off the weapon, hand dipping into the blood spilling from the wound. He lifted his fingers to his lips, tongue sliding over them to clean them off the sticky substance. He lunged at his adversary, some messenger of God that must be destroyed. Yes, he would punish God. The poniard grew in length, and he gleefully attacked Anderson with it. Schuldig had no such plans of being captured, and with insane speed flitted out of the way, brandishing his own gun to fire at Alucard.
"Why couldn't you just die like you were supposed to!"
Crawford rushed his way back towards the fray, only to have Aya slam his other hand down into the blood supply he rested in. Blood splashed up from the pool, obscuring his left at for but a moment before it slipped down the cheek still boasting blood from the redhead's eyes. Again the blood came to life, growing dark as it mutated into hungry canines, springing towards Crawford who narrowly avoided their first attack. He was not, however, so lucky the second time, and was slowly dragged to the floor, the creatures created of blood descending upon him viciously as Aya let his eyes slide shut. Crawford was nothing without his precognitive powers, and it rather disappointed Aya. He'd spent so much time before striving to destroy this man, and the idiot had fallen easily without his insight.
Anderson had turned out of the way of Farfarello’s attack, though the blade had managed to scrape by his stomach. Producing more blades from under his cassock, he twirled with them, in some sort of freakish dance (as the man was indeed quite tall, nearing about six and a half feet), and with a psychotic smile curling his lips, shoved each of the four blades he held deep into the fellow Irishman’s body. Each silvery sword sliced the roughened skin, embedding themselves comfortably in the flesh. Farfarfello did not scream as Anderson managed to insert the final blade with deft precision into the scarred back, sending it straight through so it exited on the other side of Farfarello. In the process, it had pierced the man’s heart, sending blood spilling down across Farfarello’s body, onto the floor, creating a mess to add to the pools already made by the ritual.
The man who felt no pain collapsed onto the floor, smiling, though he was dead. Anderson looked down upon him in disgust. It was not often he would attack an innocent man, but due to the circumstances he was sure that God would forgive his sins. And hadn’t this man mentioned something about punishing God? It was a shame he would never get to do any such thing. Perhaps the Lord would take pity upon the poor man.
He stood there in silent prayer, while Alucard was having his own fun with Schuldig. How the Vampire desired to rip this man apart, and he would, too. The German wouldn’t evade him for long, as he could certainly run, but to be clichéd, he could not hide. Though the man fired bullets, the Vampire moved with speed to match Schuldig’s, and they merely nipped his side, or missed. More and more, the darkness spread from Alucard, flaming with rage and excitement. The black mist ebbed outward and outward, creating a large cage, that, no matter how Schuldig moved, he could not evade. It began to close in on the man, thousands of red eyes staring in on him, mocking him. The crimson orbs showed nothing but glee as the sphere of thick, dark mist, grew in even more tightly on the man, suffocating his very space.
Could fear make its way into Schuldig’s eyes? No one could ever know but Alucard, who savoured every moment he took devouring the German man with the dark mist. The blood tasted less than satisfactory, but of course he would be able drink Aya’s blood within moments, and as such, he had his fun. Schuldig fired his gun several times, but the holes the bullets made were quickly closed up, and Alucard figured it was time to dispose of such a nuisance. He began to break every bone that Schuldig had in his legs and arms, planning on leaving the man crippled, resting on blackness. The shrieks of pain could be heard resonating throughout the cathedral as the tentacles made of flaming black mist took their time administering the rough motion that cracked, fractured, and soon, completely snapped in half the bones within Schuldig’s legs and arms.
And as the blood spilled from opened skin, it was quickly sucked down, as soon, from inside the thick black bubble, two large eyes appeared. Schuldig’s face turned to meet them, and the eyes pushed forward, taking a large amount of darkness with them. From this darkness shaped a face, and a mouth opened, lined with two rows of sharp ivory fangs. Alucard laughed mirthlessly, in a wicked way that echoed across the emptiness of the cathedral.
“Is that all you have in you?” he cried. “One would figure after such taunting you’d have a bit more to offer. Sadly, you’re not fit enough to walk this earth, being that you can’t walk anymore...”
The black mist had already made its way up Schuldig’s legs, eating away at flesh, bone and muscle, cries of pain accompanying.
“What makes you think you have the right to place your disgusting mark upon my property, let alone be my worthy opponent? You’re worth less than the maggots I can crush with my feet.”
He had now devoured up to Schuldig’s chest.
“Now die.”
With that, he sunk his fangs into the German’s neck, blood splashing about everywhere, blood that was quickly consumed. The screams and shrieks were quickly silenced as soon, there was nothing left of Schuldig but a gently resonating protest, and with that, Alucard’s form began to become more human once more. Darkness turned to crimson, and mist became solid. All that remained inside were himself, Alexander, and Aya. The priest would prove trouble as most likely he would want to continue his fight with Alucard, which was an inviting prospect for the Vampire, but looking over at Aya’s naked, bloody body, priorities were becoming rearranged.
Alexander’s gaze met Alucard’s and he smiled. “Let’s go.”
Alucard chuckled, “Your job here is done, Judas Priest.”
Alexander shook his head. “I was sent here to get rid of the Vampire problem. You’re part of it.”
“You know that violates the treaties Hellsing and the Vatican have established. There isn’t another Vampire here that requires your cleansing. I’ve destroyed them all,” Alucard countered.
Anderson gestured to Aya. “What about him?”
Alucard smirked, “Due to some qualities that this young man contains, such as natural immortality, the chip can be removed from him, making him human once more. You wouldn’t want to murder one who can still be salvaged, now would you?”
The priest frowned and turned slightly.
“I suppose not. Consider yourself lucky I’m containing the urge to kill you at this moment... but being that this is neither of our territories, I’d prefer not to stir up trouble with the Vatican at this moment. We’ll meet again, Vampire,” he promised, pushing open the tall doors.
With a final grin, he paced out of the cathedral.
Alucard smiled wickedly.
“Surely,” he murmured, and he turned to Aya.
Crimson orbs glowed with lust, coat falling from his shoulders as he walked forward. How beautiful the young man looked stained in his own blood, the glittering scarlet so entrancing to the Vampire it was likely he could become drunk off the very sight of it. He breathed not a word as he took the assassin in his arms roughly, laying lips on lips, kissing him deeply, impassioned beyond words. It was not sentimental emotion, though–merely the primal lust that engulfed his body, the sheer need to fuck that had become stronger than ever, that had taken hold of him.
Aya's body tightened in immediate protest to the arms pressing upon open wounds, and ivory hands, dressed in gloves of crimson, gripped at Alucard's shoulders. It had only been roughly a day since he'd last felt Alucard's arms around him, but somehow he felt as thought it had been much longer than that. Even so... The redhead drew back from the kiss, a hiss of pain falling from his lips as he allowed his forehead to rest against the Vampire's.
"You're late," he murmured, eyes half-lidded as he regarded Alucard.
He pressed his mouth back to Alucard's, eyes falling back shut as he pressed closer to the man, body strained and still hurting. It didn't matter - he was alive, he'd heal. Slender digits drifted from the broad shoulders, tracing over the Vampire's face, consequently leaving trails of blood along the cheeks.
Aya considered for a moment that he should not be allowing this to happen, that he should be refusing the Vampire and yelling slew after slew of obscenities at him for almost letting him die. But, as he inhaled again the scent of the pool in which he sat he found that train of thought was clearly the antithesis of what he wanted. His anger could be set aside for later, when they weren't in such a precarious position with blood surrounding them to render them lustful. There was just so much of it already spilled, how could they possibly stand to waste it? Those were certainly a vampire's thoughts opposed to more rational things Aya might have normally put thought into. As it was, if the assassin had been in his right state of mind, he would not still be sitting in his own blood, let alone kissing Alucard in it (and he would probably be demanding a shower).
Aya's lips drifted down, kissing over the olive jaw, trailing still more down the portion of Alucard's neck that was not covered by the high-collared shirt. Gentle he nipped at the skin, before drawing kisses back up to the Vampire's mouth, kissing him once more. This was certainly better than having the man trying to kill him because he was a FREAK, as his body was in no shape to get into a fight. Then again, being what he was, surely he could use his own blood to heal the wounds marring his form. He could do that later, as well - it wasn't as if he could bleed to death. Besides, this was just yet another experience. Fucking in blood, how many people could honestly say they'd done that?
The Vampire began to work his suit off, the tie and shirt following, and it just seemed that the shirt wouldn’t fall away fast enough. No matter how quickly gloved fingers pushed at the buttons, there seemed to be hundreds of them, all taunting him. He threw his gloves away, hoping that would speed up the process, but to no avail. A tongue drifted into Aya’s mouth, the kiss hard and deep, and finally, the last damned button popped out, and his shirt was shed. Hands slid up and down Aya’s body, collecting blood as they went, and having Aya this close made the scent that much stronger. He pressed the crimson chest to his own, and his mouth fell to Aya’s neck, open wounds still dripping blood, of which he gladly lapped up. In his eyes there was the foggy look of lust, of absolute craving, the scent of blood only invigorating him. His tongue traveled Aya’s neck, licking up all blood that was there, and he took one of the young man’s hands, sucking off all blood that was there. He’d gotten quite hard already, and the taste of this was enough to augment it.
Alucard desired more, and more, how often had this thought crossed his mind? He had gotten merely a glimpse in the car, this was pure heaven, something he thought he’d never experience. Oddly enough, it felt strangely good to have the young man back in his arms, as if he’d missed the feeling, or some crazy notion such as that. Could it be possible that his feelings for Aya were greater than he thought? Were they rivaling the ones he had felt for Mina? For Mina, it had been a protective sort of feeling, a ownership that involved both people giving. But he did not feel that for Aya, as the young man did not require such things–he was quite self-sufficient. There was something, though, of that much he was sure. Did he not want to admit that he felt strongly for the young man? Well, such things could be thought of later, as his hands were not working on getting his lower garments off, and succeeding, leaving them both bare. Alucard had not tasted nearly enough of Aya’s blood, and desired more, pressing the young man to him, he sucked at open wounds on the assassin’s neck, tongue digging deeply into them.
The redhead gritted his teeth as the tongue delved into the deep cuts the ritual had made, head rolling to the side as he pressed his eyes shut. Just when the pain had been waning, Alucard sought to bring it to life again. Aya was only mildly resentful of the fact, but being that he was used to the man feeding off of him, he quickly fell back into the pain of their meeting. With Alucard and himself, it would always be like this. That presented a new question: Schwarz was dead, and the world was safe from a FREAK utopia, didn't that mean Alucard would be returning home? As the inquiry drifted through his mind, he pushed it away, finding that for some reason it pained him to think of it. He did not want to think of Alucard leaving. Not now... Maybe not ever?
Aya shook away that idea as well, because it was just irrational that he had fallen to caring for the man so much. But he'd even told Nagi... Alucard was near his sister when it came to the level of caring, otherwise he would not have said shooting the man was like killing. And at the time, had he not meant it when he said it? He certainly... Had. The hand now clean of blood slid over Alucard's neck, and crimson eyes unearthed from behind closed lids, looking at the bare expanse of flesh. The eyes gleamed molten, shining with the hunger for blood. All worrying was wiped clean of his mind as he lifted his other hand to his lips. His tongue slid over the alabaster skin, gathering the crimson essence into his mouth. There really wasn't a difference between his blood and his sister's, of that he was certain.
The assassin tilted his face close to Alucard's throat, pressing warm kisses to it in a downward trail, finally pausing where neck met shoulder. For a moment he was reminded of his utter reluctance to swallow the Vampire's blood just days before behind his house. He had been so against being forced onto his knees that far, but was he willing to do it again of his own accord? Could he - would he - give himself up to Alucard completely of his own freewill? Garnet gems fell shut as he kissed the flesh again, before instinctively sinking his fangs into the area. As the metallic taste filled his mouth, a shudder fell down his spine, and he pressed himself closer to Alucard, pulling himself into the man's lap. This was it, his final submission to the Vampire.
Alucard groaned deeply–so much pleasure all at once was enough to cause it. Not only had Aya begun to take part in one of the finest pleasures known to Vampires, but he had just submitted himself to fucking? It all seemed quite incredible to Alucard, and all of it at once caused a phenomenally blissful feeling. The tightness and hotness of Aya’s body encased him, enthralled him, and then there was the fangs on his neck–something he hadn’t felt in so long–the sucking of his blood, and he wanted more and more. His own neck craned downward, and his fangs drove deeply into the side of the punk’s neck, causing more blood to flow from the area. Completely unnecessary, but one could say that suck rough bites were one of the Vampire’s ways of showing affection.
The sweetest scarlet flowed into his mouth, and he swallowed it down eagerly, as his throbbing, hard member began to pump in and out of the assassin’s body. It was rather immediate, there was no gentle, gradual quickening of thrusts, this was rough from the beginning, as he was feeling quite savage. Crimson eyes were shut tightly as he swallowed crimson essence, throat working, hips thrusting madly. His grip on the young man was secure, tight, as if he did not wish to let go of the assassin for anything–which most likely was the case, as one would have to rip life from his body if they wanted him to stop having sex at this moment. Pleasure was coating his body in thick, heavy blankets, unsettling and spreading out to all limbs. He groaned again, muffled by Aya’s neck, but damn this was the most incredible he had ever felt in quite some time.
In response to the violence shown to his neck, Aya drove his tongue forcefully into the wounds he'd created, devouring the blood as it spilled more freely now. The alabaster body, battered and bloody as it was, grew almost immediately accustomed to rough, unforgiving thrusts by which Alucard pounded into him. A throaty moan resonated in the back of his throat, unable to pass through the preoccupied lips. He shuddered, lifting his head away from the Vampire's neck, his body rising and falling in the rhythm of their sex. Ivory digits grasped Alucard's shoulders tightly, and he leaned backward, dragging Alucard with him as he pressed his cut and damaged back into the pooling crimson on the floor - pulling Alucard on top of him. There was a momentary wince of pain at the first contact of being caught between floor and body, but he recovered from it quick enough, tongue sliding over the Vampire's neck to collect more of the crimson fluid.
One hand ventured to Alucard's back, nails clawing over it as his body protested being pounded into the floor, their pace only quickening from the speed it had started at. His own erection throbbed, caught between their bodies and craving the attention of the dark-haired man's touch. Aya's free hand sought Alucard's hair, digits curling into it as he tugged the man's face from his bloody neck. Crimson eyes slid open for a moment as he looked at him, before pressing his lips to Alucard's, his ensanguined tongue probing into the other's mouth, meshing with its counterpart. Aya had never thought he would actually enjoy the taste of blood, that he would crave it and need it and want it. Now he could actually appreciate the bloody kisses Alucard and he had shared often during sex, which would certainly make it all the more enjoyable.
Kissing Aya became even rougher, tongue wrestling within the assassin’s as his thrusts followed the same notion, coming with more frequency and harder still. One hand found its way to the redhead’s aching cock, a blood-stained hand administering contrastingly gentle strokes to the shaft. Alucard grinned through the kiss, and as he felt an abrupt wave of pleasure crash into him, he broke it to allow a ragged moan to escape his lips. He resumed the kiss with renewed vigor, and another arm pulled the young man closer. The Vampire was certainly enjoying this position, it was different but part of one of the most extraordinary sexual experiences he had ever had, if not the most. Everything seemed to contribute to it–the scent of blood that pooled on the floors, the blood flowing from his own neck, the coating of crimson that Aya had upon him.
Not to mention the fact that they were fucking inside a cathedral, a house of God, where sodomy was normally forbidden. Anderson would be having a fit, and at this, he chuckled inwardly. Just the sight, two Vampires engaged in a animalistic embrace on the floors crafted for the worship of the Lord. Good thing he’d never know. The Vampire kissed Aya deeper, even harder than before if such was possible, and his thrusts nearly became violent, his erection pulsing in bliss inside the young man’s body, the scent of blood constantly flooding his nostrils, sweat beading on his chest and thighs. Oh, if he needed to breathe, he’d certainly be out of it. His one hand still working at Aya’s member, tickling and rubbing it, another pulled the punk closer than before.
There was certainly some sinful aspect about their joining on the holy ground of the cathedral, but Aya paid it no mind as a feral growl clawed up his throat. Aya's member throbbed and ached in response to Alucard's hand, sending waves of pleasure to tingle up his spine. His body was taking an unnecessary beating from the absolute brutality of their fucking, but the redhead was thoroughly enjoying it. He never might have expected submitting himself so willingly to sex would award him so fruitfully. It dispersed the shame factor in it, allowing Aya to take utmost gratification in the act. And on the ranking list of best fucks? The assassin was fairly positive this was the best it could be, and that nothing would come close to surpassing it.
Aya wrenched away from the kiss, a moan falling from his lips as his hands sought to grip Alucard's shoulders. Muscles tensing, Aya roughly flipped them over, slamming the Vampire's back into the bloody mess upon the floor. His hips still rolled in rhythm to Alucard's thrusts, his body responding blithely to every motion. As he loomed over Alucard, the scarlet liquid upon his back slid over his shoulders, beading as it fell from his form to splash onto the man's chest, the rest of sliding down to further color his thighs with crimson nectar. Beads of blood and sweat dripped from the Aya's red locks, glistening in the dim lighting of the church. An array of hues glimmered across the floor, the streetlights just outside of the church reflecting onto the stain glass windows, casting onto Aya a silhouette of bronze and silver. Ivory lips descended back down onto Alucard's, the kiss drenched in wanton abandon as Aya's fingers slid over the Vampire's chest, smearing the blood found thereupon, seeking out and toying with sensitive areas Aya knew so well were pleasurable to Alucard.
Previous experiences had made the Vampire almost adverse to Aya being on top, but pleasure was so intense in these moments he honestly couldn’t care less–and shucked the notion without a second thought. As Aya rode him, with each thrust he felt a wave of pleasure roll over him, hitting him with incredible force. The location of Aya’s fingers, the way they flicked and teased caused him to buck his hips, one thrust being forced savagely hard into the redhead, and the Vampire groaned deeply into the kiss that the assassin had laid upon his lips. Alucard’s body was nearly overcome with desire, with bliss, eyes shut tightly as took in no senses other than the feel and smell of the blood on his back, the delicacy of Aya’s lips and tongue, and the pleasure that was wracking his body.
The Vampire, not even in any of his experiences with Mina, had ever felt something so sensational. The heat of Aya’s body, the moisture and tightness, the friction between the two of them, the overwhelming scent of blood, sweat, all of it was contributing. Faster his hand toyed and teased at Aya’s cock, fingers sliding up and down the shaft and thumb circling the head. God, this felt so good–he groaned again, and his hand gripped Aya’s back tightly, as, without his asking, he erupted into the young man, viscous fluid spilling into him. The Vampire’s back arched and his face broke from the kiss to allow a loud, deep moan to resonate throughout the cathedral, seeming to echo for several seconds before finally fading, along with the nearly paralysing amount of pleasure he had experienced.
Red locks tossed back as Aya craned his neck, back arched as his expression melted away into serene passion as the climax overcame him, drowning him and plunging his sight into darkness. The crimson locks gleamed, crowned in the gold and silver, glistening still with remnants of the ritual. The orgasm rocked him violently, his member exploding forth its ecstasy as a load moan escaped his open lips. Alabaster shoulders quivered, aftershocks of the passion's wake, and slowly he collapsed down onto Alucard, mind desperately clawing back from inebriation. If breathing was a necessity for Aya, it was likely he would be at a dangerous loss of it, and in these moments he could be thankful that he was what he had become. The ivory countenance settled into the nook of Alucard's neck as he allowed his body the rest it was screaming for. As he considered it again, he became much more appreciative of his turning, for this would have never happened if he had still been alive.
The scarlet eyes remained closed for several minutes, gathering some small fraction of strength before he lifted himself off of Alucard, legs straightening as he stood up with a great deal of effort. It was only now that he noticed his utter exhaustion, but he attributed it to the loss of blood, which would not be a problem soon enough. The crimson fluid splattered upon the floor shifted and wavered, lifting to follow the trails of blood still on Aya's form, and methodically it melded back into the wounds inflicted upon his body, restoring the skin to its former unmarred beauty, cleaning from his hair the liquid that would no doubt have become a hassle to clean out. More still slithered over his body, coating it in a layer of red before hardening and fading to black. A silk shirt garbed his upper body, a pair of black slacks his lower with boats to finish off the ensemble. Garnet optics unveiled from beneath closed lids and quietly he looked to Alucard.
Alucard straightened himself, a bit disappointed that all the blood had now found its rightful place inside Aya’s body–except, of course, for the amount he had swallowed himself. Merely smirking at the young man, Alucard turned to begin reapplying clothing when he had noticed that a good amount of Aya’s fluids had... covered him. Shrugging, he merely cleaned it off with mouth and hands, as he had no qualms about it–it was delicious either way, just as all of the young man was. And, when the last bit had been licked off his fingers, he began to re-clothe. Alucard was feeling a bit winded from the experience, he supposed he could call it, but more introspective, as he could be. It seemed that due to recent events, he was feeling it was time to rethink his emotions concerning the assassin.
What, truly, did he feel? It ranged from a consuming need to kill and overpower, to wanting to fuck his brains out. Not to mention, like Integra, the Vampire respected him. There were several ways in which Aya and his Master were similar, qualities that he hadn’t seen in the first five minutes with the redhead. The most obvious to Alucard was the fact that both had a sharp mind and an inability to give up, an inner-strength masked by outer-beauty. And he loved his Master–but he had known her so much longer. Then again, Mina... it was a bit confusing, which he wasn’t fond of. Feelings such as this were not to be so integral that he ruminate over them and become frustrated. It simply wasn’t in his character. So, was it possible that he felt that much affection for Aya? Love for Mina had been so different–she had been so small and fragile, so beautiful and sweet, and Aya was practically her polar opposite. Aya was cold, a murderer (not that this mattered to the Vampire, of course, it was merely an observation), in need of no protection or help.
But maybe that was the way Alucard wanted it now. Mina, due to her soul, also was unable to stand Alucard’s more disgusting qualities, and in the end had hatred burning within her eyes. Aya, even throughout the tears and blood (literally), was still able to place his lips on the Vampire’s, even submit himself to the rigorous fucking that they shared. When Mina had Alucard’s brand placed upon her and the private moment between them had been dashed–that is when they had fallen apart. However, Aya had no facade to keep up for specific people–icy, that is how he had crafted himself, and how he acted amongst everyone, save his sister. When Kritiker had heard them fucking, Alucard had seen no fury flaming in Aya’s violet orbs for him, only for the ones who had been eavesdropping. Yes, though Aya was different from the woman Alucard had loved, there was certainly some sort of sick chemistry between them, something the Vampire could neither pinpoint nor minimize the presence of. Whatever it was.
Slender fingers combed back the red silk tresses, and Aya turned away from the Vampire. You would think after an experience that mind-blowing, the assassin would have something to say, but no comment fell from the ivory lips as he strode past the body of Farfarello doubled over on the floor with skin greying in accordance with lack of life. It was no his concern to clean up the scene of the crime - let the police do that and in the process find the priests Schwarz had undoubtedly murdered to make his sacrifice a possibility. No matter, it was the last person they ever killed, and though he considered their deaths, he was quite assured that his job with Weiss would not end. Just because the enemies in the darkness had been dispersed, it did not mean that Japan was completely free corrupted officials. So long as there were targets, Weiss and Kritiker would still have a job.
Aya shed the thoughts of work, for there were other things to consider. Regardless of the fact that Alucard's late arrival almost cost him his life, he had still in a sense forgiven the man and submitted to him utterly and absolutely. He should have been furious, probably still should be, but anger just wouldn't seem to stick when his mind was directed towards the Vampire. He pushed open the grand doors of the cathedral, stepping out into the night, his gaze turning upward. And he had given himself so willingly, but why? Was it because he had finally come to terms with the fact that he cared for Alucard? Maybe that was it... No, that was most definitely the reason. He held feelings for the man, and though he still was unsure of how deeply they ran, he was willing to acknowledge them and when he had the time he would spend it figuring out just how serious the affection was.
A crimson sidelock brushed into his face, caught in a gust of wind, and gently he swept it back, eyes turning to the sidewalk as he walked along it. Somehow, he had a feeling that his like for Alucard was much more than he wanted to think it was, and so he ignored the rising unease in him that came with thinking of the older man, and if he would truly be spending eternity with him. It just didn't seem possible, because as it was they would split ways soon, for Alucard would return to Hellsing, and he would remain with Kritiker in Japan. Again the pangs of hurt at that train of contemplation caught him, and roughly he shoved it to the back of his mind.
The FREAK's stride slowed as he neared the familiar flower shop came into sight, and as his feet paused before the closed door a voice caught his attention from within.
"When Ran returns, I want to show him that I can walk."
The soft, gentle voice that he had heard echoing so often in his dreams, with that spirited determination he knew so well because it ran in the Fujimiya line. But it wasn't possible...
"Aya-Chan, you can't push yourself too hard. It hasn't been long since you woke, you should sit down and rest," he heard Omi pleading.
"Come on, Aya will be glad just to see you awake," that was Yohji's voice.
A hesitant hand gripped the door handle, his grasp loose and unsure and heavily he pushed open the door. A pair of large midnight irises, set in an alabaster face met his gaze as the door fell open entirely.
"Oh, Ran..." the girl whispered, head slightly lowered and framed by dark, thick pigtails, leaning upon Omi as he steadied her from falling.
"A-Aya..." his voice fell out slightly choked as he stepped inside the shop.
This was no clone, not this time. Aya-Chan looked to Omi, smiling as she took a wobbly step towards the redhead, but her legs consequently buckled without the help of another. Aya lurched forward, arms stretching out to catch her and pull the young girl to his chest.
"You're awake, really awake this time."
She peered up at him, nodding before her eyes wavered, tears appearing at their corners. "Oh brother, please forgive me for the years I've taken from you."
Upon Aya's lips a smile formed, natural - as if he had never abandoned it years ago.
"It's okay, Aya. It's okay."
As his thumb brushed away the tears, he glanced up to see the other members of Weiss, along with Manx and Birman.
The buxom redhead smiled, "She woke up just a little while after you dropped that disk of with Omi. But they only recently released her after checking all of her vitals. She's healthy as they come, and stubborn to boot."
Yohji grinned, "It must run in the family. Who would have thought such a cute girl could match Aya's fierceness?"
Crimson brows twitched up as Aya eyed the brunette suspiciously, before turning his attention back to the girl still hugged tightly to his chest.
"So?" she asked, head cocked to the side.
"So...?" he inquired.
"I want to meet him," she replied, smiling brightly as if she hadn't a care in the world.
The Vampire had originally followed a few footsteps behind Aya, head held high as normal, pointed towards the sky and the beautiful dark canvas that it was. Glimmering stars, the silver threads created by the moon, yadda yadda. It never seemed that way to him, though. Every night was a different night, with a different setting, different clouds and different air. A different moon. And it was all equally beautiful. Especially the full moons, the ones that made his veins ache for blood. Of course, he had his fill as of now–yes, he was overall satisfied, and as he looked at Aya, he found the young man nowhere in sight. Once or twice his gaze had drifted to see if the path he was following was correct, but now, he had no clue as to where to go. Reassessing himself, he realised the most logical place would be the flower shop, and as he focused, he could feel Aya close, that general direction... the flower shop, that was. So, it was final, he would walk that way.
Thinking, he realised that he would be leaving most likely immediately following contacting Integra at the flower shop and reporting to her the final deeds, and securing a trip
home–that was something his mind hadn’t even brushed by. Emotional pain was something he had become accustomed to over the years, being that he had faced hundreds of losses within his long life. This one was no different, he felt the familiar twinge of his stomach tingling, his heart twisting, but they unraveled within moments, as he pushed them aside. Most likely, if he wanted Aya again, the punk would come if the Vampire bid him too. Of course, he couldn’t ever see himself in such a position where he would require Aya by his side, it wasn’t as if these were the days where a companion was required for safety and company.
He had Hellsing. If the punk wanted the Vampire, he would come, and if not, he would stay and continue his life. It had been an interesting few weeks, but it had come to an end now and the Vampire made a small a deal out of it as he could. Now he found himself in front of the flower shop, and as he opened the door, there Aya was with a young girl–ah, the Vampire recognised that face. It was the face of the redhead’s sister who had been in a coma, the one he had first seen lying helpless in a bed. Now, she was here, in Aya’s arms. They seemed so different, aside from their eyes–endless pools, dark and mysterious.
However, the girl’s certainly held more emotion than the punk’s did. She did not have the shield over them that he had, the frosty glare the repelled all–of course, the Vampire had seen the inside of such things, a short glimpse had been allowed. As he laid eyes on the girl, he did not move, simply grinned, as he was accustomed to doing, and a slight chuckle escaped him.
“Good evening, Miss Fujimiya...” he purred.
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